A loud and long bell rang in front of me because there were high walls around Chong'en Tower. When the bell rang, it kept echoing, and it kept ringing, giving people an extremely shocking feeling.

As soon as I heard the bell, even the originally squirming Xiaoping calmed down.

Because the child was too heavy, Ran Xiaoyu still reached out and hugged the princess into her arms. Fortunately, the princess was also very attached to her. As soon as she got into her arms, she screamed twice, and then hugged her neck tightly.

At this time, a row of monks walked out of the Dharma Gate Hall in front of them.

It was exactly what they saw before that the monks greeted at the door, led by Monk Shikong, were dressed solemnly, holding wooden fish in their hands, and while watching, they recited their parents' grace and could not repay their prayers, and walked slowly forward.

Seeing this scene, everyone around me became quiet.

Even Princess Xinping, who was still a little noisy, opened her eyes wide and looked at them when she saw this scene.

Ran Xiaoyu leaned into her ear and whispered: "Did Your Highness hear this? What they recited is that their parents are grateful for their grace."

“…”

"My parents are as kind to you as Mount Tai, especially the Imperial Concubine. She suffered a lot in order to give birth to you."

“…”

"When you grow up, be filial to your mother."

"oh……"

I don’t know if I understand it, but Xinping still nodded seriously.

Nan Yan couldn't help but smile.

Speaking of which, she gave birth to her without the consent of her child, allowing her to experience the separation of life and death in this world, and she is not qualified to ask her to be filial.

She just hopes that this child can be happy and safe for the rest of his life.

After a while, the monks had already walked under the platform. However, they did not continue to move up, but divided into two rows, walked around the platform to both sides, and placed a circle of cushions under the platform. There was one in about three or five steps. The monks walked to their respective cushions and stopped moving forward.

Until the two lines meet behind the platform.

All the monks stood beside their futons and finished reciting the scriptures. At this time, another drum sound came from afar.

They all sat cross-legged and recited "Amitabha" together.

The first ritual ends.

Next, it should be the second ritual of today.

That is

Just as I was thinking about it, a second long bell came from afar. This time the bell was louder than before, and it echoed in the high walls on all sides for a long time.

After the bell stopped, the entire Chongen Tower was completely silent.

A sound of footsteps rang out.

Everyone seemed to realize something. Everyone held their breath and looked at the place where the footsteps came. Nan Yan suddenly felt a little nervous and couldn't help but stand up from his seat.

What she saw was a dark cloud under the sun, slowly moving towards this side.

When we walked on the avenue in the center, the dark clouds slowly divided into four rows and dispersed towards the four sides. Although the team dispersed, the speed of traveling was still uniform. Although we knew it was not an army, it gave people a feeling of being scathing and strict.

That is the students of Zhujian Academy.

They were wearing gray and white long gowns, and under the sunlight, they were like dark clouds, and their clothes were fluttering, flying with the wind as they marched, giving people a sense of being soaring in the clouds.

They began to walk up the platform along the four surrounding avenues.

Nan Yan's eyes were the same as before, and he suddenly found the figure she was most familiar with in the middle, straight and tall, and he was climbing the steps along the avenue in the center.

It's Jian Ruocheng.

In the sun, everyone was blushed and sweating profusely, but he was different. His face was particularly pale, as if he was in the snow and ice. Even looking at him, Nan Yan felt a bone-broken chill.

So cold!

She subconsciously reached out and hugged her arm.

Ran Xiaoyu, who was beside her, felt her strangeness and said softly: "Empress, what's wrong?"

“…”

Nanyan couldn't speak.

Until now, the ceremony is still going smoothly, and Jian Ruocheng has no other expression on his face, but for some reason, she just felt an indescribable palpitations.

She suddenly said, "Xiaoyu."

"yes."

"If I mean, if something happens later, I must protect Princess Good-Sinping."

“…!”

Ran Xiaoyu looked at her with wide eyes.

Under the scorching sun, a drop of sweat slid down from Nanyan's forehead.

But it was cold sweat.

Ran Xiaoyu frowned and looked around at Nanyan, who was still "pampered and elegant", with a more instinctive fighting will and much more sensitive to danger than her. Now, at least in this Great Ci'en Temple, she could not feel any danger, but Nanyan said so.

She was silent for a moment and whispered: "Don't worry, Princess Xinping will of course be fine."

“…”

"Either won't!"

Nanyan looked up at her.

At this moment, these students had already climbed up to the platform from all sides. Like the monks just now, they also stood around the platform. However, there was no cushion beside them, but they stood straight, with their hands folded and bowed in all directions.

Jian Ruocheng stood in the center, in front of Chongen Tower.

The ceremonial master shouted: "Recite the sacrifice words!"

Hearing this sentence, Jian Ruocheng's eyes, which were already frozen, suddenly flashed another light, as if the ice layer was trembling at this moment, almost breaking.

Nan Yan's breathing became even tighter.

Her heart almost reached her throat.

A small figure walked out from the side, but it was the little monk Mingxin who had not seen it for several days. He was holding a tray in his hand, and on the tray was a page of light yellow documents.

That is a sacrifice.

Jian Ruocheng wanted to recite these sacrifices in front of all the people who came to watch the ceremony at today's ceremony. Whenever the students standing around the high platform listened to him, they would repeat the same sentence and read it, spreading in all directions.

In this way, although this Great Ci'en Temple is so big, there are thousands of people coming to watch the ceremony, everyone can hear the emperor's sacrifice.

And the person who recites is the key.

Every word he read will be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

Jian Ruocheng lowered his head, looked at the page of the document, as if he took a deep breath, then slowly picked it up and held it in his palm.

At this moment, the entire Dacien Temple was as quiet as this.

Nan Yan stood there, looking up at Jian Ruocheng, who was paying attention to this moment, and felt that the cold sweat in her palm was constantly coming out, almost wetting her entire palm.

"Second Young Master Jian..."
Chapter completed!